🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊

Horus watched Tsulak leave.

"Oh, how embarrassed he is! He ran away so fast that only his heels were visible! I understand you, my friend! Don't worry! It takes a long time to win Tisu over, but you want it now. We have all been there..."

Tsulak restores all action points.

In the morning, the oiled Новичок sets off for his last battle for glory. Either victory or defeat!

His opponent turns out to be a familiar cultist.

"Fight with all your might, my son! Show me what you have learned!"

In reality, for some unknown reason in the universe, at a certain time of day, Tsulak turned into a mute idol capable of performing only simple actions. Perhaps these were seizures? Who hasn't had them?

Returning home after a sweaty workout, the fighter measured his muscles and posed in front of the mirror until evening, then did crunches until perfect abs appeared on his stomach. Very pleased with himself, he plunged into an icy waterfall and went to sleep until the morning fight.

"Master, I won't let you down!" - uttering a fierce war cry, the oily man rushes into attack.